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Shoreline Mafia – Intro Lyrics

Intro By Shoreline Mafia

Hey guys, where’s your mask?
Man, fuck a mask, I ain’t got that shit
Bro, can you just keep six feet apart, please?
Where the cups at, my nigga?
In the back
Oh, fuck (Oh, fuck that, never mind)
Hurry up and get your stuff
Goddamn, when you gon’ get new shit, bro?
You ain’t even got pineapple Fanta, nigga, what the fuck?
This nigga ain’t got shit in this motherfucker
Weird-ass nigga
Is this all you got?
Whatever is in the refrigerator is there
Pineapple soda
Hurry up and buy your things, fool
Fuck you, we’re chosin’, where the fuckin’ ice at, bro?
Just hurry up and get a soda and buy your stuff, please
Somebody pass me the lighter, I’m finna spark this motherfuckerin’ weed
This that pressure
No smoking in the fucking store
That’s my money, bro
You tryna Zoe me, bruh?
You tryna get over on me, bruh? I’ma fuck you up bro (We ain’t doin’ this right, fuck it, nigga, grab two, two)
I’ma really fuck you up
You grab the cup, ’cause I grabbed the last one
Nah, these finna freeze for sure
Oh, look, look, look, look, look, the homies on the news, bruh
Ayy, turn that shit up, my nigga
Oh, you like this man?
Yeah, shut up and turn it up, bro
Oh, yeah, turn it up
Sizzurp, or lean, this medicinal mixture blowing up in videos posted online isn’t curing a cough
Instead, young people are using it to get high
The total is eighty-nine ninety-four
You take Cash App?
No Cash App
Fuck you, you old fuck
Niggas been over here, you owe taxes, nigga